After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"Dad, this trick of yours works in front of the emperor, but forget it in front of me.

I have counted your share as belonging to the emperor. Anyway, you have to ask for money from the emperor every now and then.

You should go to the emperor and cry poor."

Li Shiliu, who already knew what kind of person her biological father was, rolled her eyes to the sky without any courtesy. A Minister of Revenue like her biological father, who was so shameless as to die for money, should be left to the emperor to enjoy. Ordinary people could not afford him.

"Yao'er, go and give my father our spoils of war today. He will bring them to the palace during the morning court tomorrow."

Li Shiliu smiled and waved to Yang Nanyao who was standing silently as a pillar at the side. Yang Nanyao understood and immediately turned around and left.

In just a moment, Yang Nanyao, who was carrying a large bag that made it almost invisible from behind, placed his slender body on the table and deftly opened the four corners of the bag with his hands.

The tribute included a men's uniform made of top-grade Shu brocade, a folding fan made of top-grade red sandalwood and an authentic fan made of Mi Pei, a glossy white jade pendant worth at least a thousand taels of silver, and an emerald ring with no flaws in its emerald green...

These things scattered in the package were simply a pile of walking silver coins. The Minister of Revenue Li Lianggong, who believed that money was his true love, suddenly became wide-eyed, and his eager claws could no longer hold back and began to caress it affectionately.

"Sending away the heavenly things...

It's really a waste of talent...

Look at this tribute Shu brocade, a men's casual wear. The brocade is very delicate, comparable to silk, but its disadvantage is that it wrinkles easily.

You take the tribute Shu brocade and casually roll it into a ball of dried salted vegetables. There will be so many wrinkles on it that it will greatly affect its value.

It's such a waste...

If you just clumped all these precious things together and wrapped them up with some rags, how much silver would it cost?

This is like letting a large amount of silver fly away right before my eyes.

Alas...

This is all money, and my heart aches."

With one hand on his chest, Li Lianggong, the Minister of Revenue, looked extremely distressed.

"Stop yelling, Dad. You look like I was robbed.

Why don't you just sit at home and count your money? Why bother with all those little details?

Under the circumstances at that time, it was already very difficult for us to escape successfully. If we were discovered, we would be in big trouble.

I don't have time to care about these little things.

Anyway, don't say so much now, just tell me whether you are willing to sell the stolen goods or not?"

With a look of regret on his face, he stroked the treasures on the table that were not treated sincerely. The Minister of Revenue Li Lianggong was reluctant to even take his eyes away, as if he was afraid that these precious things would fly away if he blinked.

"You can go now, but leave your things behind.

I will send these things to the emperor tomorrow.

Let the emperor sell the stolen goods for us, and we will make sure that the Tong family can’t even fart.”

Not wanting to pay attention to her father whose heart and eyes were completely focused on these trophies, Li Shiliu returned to her Qinliuxuan with Yang Nanyao, who felt that her worldview had been refreshed on the first day of the day and whose feet were already a little dizzy from seeing them.

Qinliuxuan is Li Shiliu's boudoir, a small courtyard. Unlike other girls' homes that plant cherry trees, peach trees, pear trees and the like that bloom beautiful flowers, there is only a sturdy willow tree in Qinliuxuan. Even the lawn on the ground, Yang Nanyao can tell at a glance that it is pure natural and unprocessed.